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biblebloodhound · 16 days

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Restoration (Jeremiah 30:1-11a)

No matter how nasty, misguided, or sinful the political leadership and governmental system, none of those rulers or politicians have the last word.

This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: “This is what the Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘Write in a book all the words I have spoken to you. The days are coming,’ declares the Lord, ‘when I will bring my people Israel and Judah back from captivity and restore them to the land I gave their ancestors to possess,’ says the Lord.” These are the words the Lord spoke concerning Israel…

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gxlden-angels · 8 months

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I love getting my silly little dose of validation whenever I explain something as small to my childhood as "yea they taught us to be prepared to be soldiers in spiritual warfare between angels and demons from a young age" and having my therapist or a friend respond like

#my therapist thought I was making a crusades joke and looked genuinely distressed when I said No No. I mean literal spiritual warfare.#I've never seen a person go thru the 5 stages of grief faster than that man in that moment #by spiritual warfare I mean the demons and angels fighting around us at all times or whatever the fuck #the thing that causes people to say the devil is attacking them #but yea no that fueled my martyr complex but not nearly as much as other things #cause this one was at least hypothetical and invisible #'She Said Yes' and whatnot was much more real and much scarier #my paranoia was awful in middle and high school #But yea me and a friend of mine were both raised in separate cults so we were explaining our cults to a friend and it was a great time #it's fuckin wild out here #ex christian #religious trauma

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kazamajun · 2 months

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I have been meaning to talk about how accomplished Jun is though. She:

is such a powerful psychic that her clan apparently considered her a 'chosen one'

is literally such a strong fighter that she is able to suppress projecting her aura - something only the most powerful are able to do - which is why animals feel safe to approach her

fought well enough in the second tournament that Kazuya still thinks about her strength 22 years later in the story mode and waxes lyrical about it in his character ending (❓ on if she actually faced him though)

defeated Devil while pregnant ✔️ (only the half, but still counts)

has the survival skills to not only survive but thrive far from civilization

defeated Ogre ✔️

achieved the above via drawing power from sacred ground, something the average person obviously cannot do

is implied to have Yatagarasu guiding her per one of her intros

#in another world she's a shonen anime series main character let's be honest.#regarding the ❓ i have Opinions™ but tried to keep this factual.#being real with you the number of ppl on the planet that she couldn't school in a fight is in single digits for sure.#also raw strength aside i do feel kaz prob also deeply admires her spirituality #she has attained a non-material fulfillment that culturally is quite significant and as i said in a prior post--#--is considered a measure of one's quality as a person and the value that you bring into the lives of those you love.#i did not mention the 'kazama blood' or potential link with 'angel' bc rn those are not clearly defined #also being born with special blood isn't something 'earned' rly so while it matters™ it doesn't belong on an 'accomplishment' list imo.#i love that she's so strong and well rounded in her own right and not just 'the mom' or a distressed damsel

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rebouks · 9 months

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Previous // Next

Courtney: I definitely heard something again last night. Oscar: Maybe we should get the Ouija board out. [Sidney scoffs] Robin: What’s a squeegee board? Oscar: [laughs] A Ouija board. Courtney: People use them to talk to spirits. Robin: Ghosts? [Sidney mutters quietly, earning herself a glare from Oscar] Oscar: Uh-huh. Sidney: [tuts] Don’t encourage him-.. ghosts don’t exist, honey. Robin: What about the lady? Sidney: See? You fill his head full of nonsense and now-… Oscar: If you don’t shut up… [Sidney rolled her eyes at her son and scoffed once more. Robin glanced between the pair, not quite understanding the tension between them, but feeling it nonetheless] [Oscar scowled, he was glad to be on good terms with his parents again, but their dismissive nature toward children’s thoughts, beliefs or supposed imaginings pissed him off something rotten] Alton: Each to their own and all… [Oscar’s frown deepened at his father’s lazy attempt to halt the argument, a fresh wave of bitterness forming a knot in his chest as he remembered his own childhood] Robin: Papa… [Robin tugged at his father’s hair; the concern in his eyes enough to dissuade Oscar from biting. Instead, he wrapped an arm around his son, gave him a squeeze and whispered…] Oscar: Don’t worry, I believe you.

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amethystsoda · 9 days

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phewwww did a lot of cleansing and letting go this morning that was very needed 🫡

#felt like an episode of mob psycho over here #i feel like i can breathe again #had some obejcts that were causing me distress so I had to seal some and break others #combo of physical clearing and spiritual #I don’t talk about it much but I have a history of spiritual awareness so I have to be careful at times #i had footsteps in the house with no psysical person so I realized I needed to do some cleansing and warding #amethyst rambles

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watermeloncholycucumbersome · 13 days

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Day 105 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

I keep smelling chemicals like chlorine,

I keep smelling the vinyl on a warm summers day and how the plastic would burn you if you weren't careful.

I remember the wet dogs - the smell of their fur, tongues hanging out the sides of their mouths huffing and puffing after running around and playing in the water all day.

I remember the smell of bathing suits and how the chlorine smell never washed out.

I remember the smell of coconut sunscreen and the way it never screened anything - it just smelt nice, smelt like summer I thought.

The smell of sand on a hot day, almost pungent but still bearable - comforting in a way strangely.

This all just started happening the other day.

Maybe it's because summer is coming up?

Maybe it's because it brings back nostalgia?

I don't know..

It's not necessarily bad memories, but it's not exactly memories needed right now when I'm alone.

I don't have faith or hope that my life will get any better or anything good will happen to me or for me.

When I'd lie on my back in that blow up pool in our backyard I felt like an adventure - the whole waiting and having any whimsy or anticipation whatsoever over my future.

I'm not sure if 13 year old me would like 31 year old me.

I never did anything on the time capsule list I said I wanted to do.

I thought I'd have my mom forever...

I'd have to tell little 13 year old me that her only and best friend would die and she'd have to traumatically watch this happen, not just on the day of her passing but for the rest of her life.

I don't have a boyfriend and never have, no family or friends, just alone and hoping someone arrives one day like a prince in a fairy tale to take me (the princess) away.

As a kid it's maybe tomorrow, then maybe next week, then maybe next month, then maybe next year until you're not even looking for love anymore and you haven't been keeping track.

Now when people show up I just feel like I'm being lied to and want them to just go and save the oxygen and brain cells they're going to use to fabricate what they tell me.

It's harder now as an adult, I can't see past my childhood and how I was then. Can't see that I'm not that girl anymore but sometimes I wish I could go back there to that time when I ate cereal and drank juice. Cartoons and colouring were life, lunches and suppers consisted of sandwiches and chips (possibly a slushee) and I was dying waiting to go back into the pool until I'd be called in later on that night.

To feel that water on my skin again, to hear those leaves on the trees rustle above my head, wondering if It was the wind, a squirrel or a cat moving the branch.

Boys climbing the fence to giggle at an 11 year old me in a bathing suit then running away when I noticed them.

There was a part of me as I drove under the water that giggled to myself as no one could hear but me.

Is it bad that I kind of miss that?

The innocence of thinking someone was cute, giggling and holding hands.

I wish I had experienced any of that completely and not half assed..

Being out in the pool when it started to rain that night, feeling bigger and better than I ever had.

Being out in the pool with you and wanting to kiss you so bad that night.

Staying up late with you to watch Titanic (both VHS tapes back to back) and NOT fall asleep. I can't remember who'd fallen asleep first?

Half happy because I didn't make it to the part where Jack dies - you would've seen me run away moments before that scene to cry alone because it made me so sad.

I remember being at that Christmas party, I was 6 and you were 7.

The adults had been calling us and they couldn't find us because we were under a blanket in the dark in a room (by ourselves)

You had been kissing my neck so much under that blanket my mom had to buy me turtle necks in every colour of the rainbow to cover up the shit load of hickey's you left on my neck..

I can't remember who found us but I remember the blanket being ripped off of us and lights in my eyes and lots of yelling.

I was the kindergarten trollup and I had no idea...Nor did anyone else. My mom made sure of that Lol

I don't believe that purgatory is a real place,

But I do believe we all have mini fun sized versions of it living in us.

Living in our brains..

We can't see it, touch it, taste it or hear it.

Yet somehow it's there?

It's so real that you can actually go there, but just in your mind's vehicle. Only we usually use it for negative places and get lost on memory lane.

I'm just in the passenger seat, just along for the drive but I hope we park soon.

Inside with my eyes closed I can smell the car, it's rented. The keychain around the rearview jangles lightly over the low music playing.

It smells like new air fresheners and I'm in my seat leaning back awkwardly like I'm in a nascar race - my back is hurting sitting like this for too long.

I'm not in control..

It's always night time when I'm here and I can never see the drivers face, just a light silhouette.

I've spoken about this before in the past too I think.

Everyone says they'll stay and not to worry, then they wonder why you have trust issues and are in the middle of a mental breakdown.

I know people are lying yet I allow them too having too much hope that maybe I'm wrong this time..

Then it happens again, proving me right again.

I even lowered my standards as I thought maybe I was just too choosey in picking friends, then people started coming to me and it was still all the same crap all over again.

No changes...

No surprises..

Nothing is new anymore and that's truly sad.

I have people around me now since my mom passed away and to me none of them are no more than acquaintances.

Nobody that I'd actually want to go for a coffee with.

Nobody I can just call up randomly because I want to, I have to be "squeezed" in or it has to be "arranged" leaving me feeling like I'm a burden.

It's just better to leave everyone alone...

I finally stood up for myself, I told the church lady that I didn't want her making plans for me and that church was in itself overwhelming for me that I'd add on things slowly down the road if I'd like to do I get used to everything slowly.

She got pissy and told me that "fine" she'd "not send me anything anymore" and I haven't heard anything from her in 3 days.

It was very childish and I can't deal with people who refuse to do anything other than what they choose to do.

I do not have to explain my grieving process to people who said "I know" a little too much in the beginning..

Shouldn't they know me then?

~Jenni

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add1ctedt0you · 4 months

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Legend of condor heroes 2017 - Episode 31

#Why only women? Because I love women #Anyway #Men are in this gifset spiritually #They are all distressed by men #Expect Cheng Yaojia who ~is falling in love~#And shagu whose head is empty. Only melons. Bless her #mu nianci #huang rong #Shagu #Cheng Yaojia #Sun Bu'er #Legend of condor heroes 2017 #*mgifs

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thebirdandhersong · 1 year

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perpetually annoyed at how weak my constitution has become

#honestly after getting so burned out earlier this year and being like a root vegetable over the summer #my body has just decided that every minor inconvenience is a reason to sound the alarm. ALL the alarms #experiencing emotional damage? mental exhaustion? psychological distress? spiritual hunger? let's give you a double dose #of Complete and Utterly Inescapable Fatigue and Unnameable Dread.#and then let's send you straight into Directionless but Pointed Anxiety. you get first class on THIS train baby #i've literally been complaining all month but I would like things to Slow Down a little #and to be able to eat dinner without feeling like i want to throw up when the Anxiety decides to pay a surprise call #slings and arrows of outrageous fortune in year 21

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weyyoun · 2 years

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Have this doodle of Rom asking a bajoran spy to tattoo Leeta’s name on his arm

#for those who don’t know my idea for zirko is that he used his body and secret codes in traditional bajoran tattooing to send messages #basically he was the messenger and the message #and is now trying to keep the deeply spiritual and sacred art of traditional bajoran tattooing alive #he eventually ends up back on ds9 and does some more spying #a fun time for all #of course he gives rom the cheesy tattoo he’s just kind of distressed he’s been asked #my art #my oc #I’m this close to rewatching ds9 #if not all of it some of my fave eps at least

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halos-little-freak · 2 years

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#CRYING SCREAMING THROWING UP #LET HIM BE THE SAME #CHEWING GLASS AND EATING BRICKS #HIS BRIDGES ARE OUT TO GET ME I SWEAR TO GOD #HE WANTS ME DEAD #I AM IN EMOTIONAL AND PHYSICAL AND SPIRITUAL DISTRESS #just like you #bigger than me #louis #louis tomlinson #faith in the future #fitf #lt2 era #Louis queer #Louis gay

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biblebloodhound · 2 months

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How Do You Interpret Suffering? (Job 5:8-27)

Eliphaz offered one of those tired age-old arguments that bad things only happen to bad people.

“Job,” by French painter Léon Bonnat, 1880 “But if I were you, I would appeal to God; I would lay my cause before him.He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted.He provides rain for the earth; he sends water on the countryside.The lowly he sets on high, and those who mourn are lifted to safety.He thwarts the plans of the crafty, so that their…

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#adversity #christ&039;s suffering #difficulty #faith #hard circumstances #hardship #interpretation #jesus christ #job #job 5 #misinterpretation #spiritual distress #suffering #unhelpful talk #unsolicited advice

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gemmabee · 1 year

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i just binged all four seasons of battlestar galactica

bruh

#battlestar galactica #i have so many thoughts #i might have to make an actual 1k+ words post about this #i expected space battles and evil AIs and aliens #instead i got spirituality and the perpetual struggle of being human #or machine #or both #and where do the lines blur #but yeah i am crying i am sad i am happy i am in emotional distress i am thriving #this might just be my new favorite tv show #i'll have to talk about the characters in a different post bcs i cant just keep writing tags #ok bye

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pepprs · 2 years

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over the years i have become more… irritable? i guess is the word? over the tiniest things. clutter on my calendar. ANY noise that i do not like no matter how quiet it is (e.g. slurping food, scraping spoons, high pitched noises, tv / videos playing in the background). light being off balance (like storm clouds with sun peeking through them or like.. a light bulb being out in a fully lit room). people getting too close to me but only at particular moments. idk what it is but my critical mass for stimula i can handle at any given moment has gotten smaller and smaller and it’s very distressing

#it’s part of why living at home is so like… unpleasant for me bc there is ALWAYS noise and my family gets mad at me bc they’re like ppl live #here you can’t just tell us to be quiet / go away / whatever. and i know i can’t but that’s not what im saying it’s just i can’t deal if its #not quiet or balanced or whatever. i can’t think or process. like today my parents were unpacking groceries and packages and shit and my dad #was opening cardboard boxes and the scraping made me want to jump out of my skin and i was like a caged tiger and i lashed out at them over #something small which made them mad at me and i know it was u called for but i was trying to focus and the noise was just so unwelcome that #i couldn’t bear it. but it’s like that happens to me every day and i don’t know what to do. even al*xa doing her stupid weather report #bothers me. and this one guy on game night whose usb keeps unplugging and pinging. idk. every day i am crushed into a little ball by noises #i physically mentally emotionally spiritually can’t bear and i just find it distressing bc the number of things encompassed in it is growing #larger and larger and it’s like uhmmmm do i have hearing issues or something. lawl #purrs #but it’s also not just hearing it’s like. all my senses. if something is not right in certain categories i lose my shit and cant be a person

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afieldinengland · 2 years

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posts that would have made worms’ meat of my entrails this time last year

#admitted to a flatmate in a moment of weakness— which i really must stop having— that in last winter’s distress i did toy with the idea of #monastic living in the truest sense. hermithood. Let me say what i mean for once: priesthood. i must become more #private than ever before i fear #an impossibility biologically as well as spiritually as well as. as well as #but….. true monasticism asks for something i can never give— christianity. i’m incapable of loving that ‘abstract and unifying god’ in the #way i’d have to. he’s not my god to love anyway he has his own lovers and he’s chosen them with joy #i don’t know. i’ve been losing weight by the way….. very much so #i’m sick. ignore me. the mark the mark the mark will i ever stop craving the mark #Belief. there is no word for what i am #i want to wear the white robe of deposed poet-kings and pagan priests. i want to stand at the stones and taste honey and salt and cold clay #earth and smoke and flesh and blood. I want a symbol

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ajs-art · 2 years

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doesn't draw fuckall for a week and then when I do it's this jackass again

#spiritual successor to unsurprising development genuine distress #carrion

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watermeloncholycucumbersome · 4 months

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Day 06 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

Pending dread....

Is it all in my head?

I feel it coming; this feeling familiar,

Happiness' ugly sister.

Crippling fear that comes from nowhere,

Anticipation of something too big to bear.

Did I do something wrong?

I overthink all day long.

Did I overshare? Did I not say enough?

My brain's a VCR that plays the tape and rewatches it over and over.

Exhaust myself until I'm about to drop,

Then can't sleep at night because my brain won't stop.

Overexaggerating, blowing things out of proportion,

Twisting and turning until thoughts are contorted.

Just want it to stop, God please make it stop,

I feel like I'm drowning, please pull me to the top.

~Jenni

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